Day 10, February 30, 2008

Mum woke me up around 10:00 today off the couch (again) and i bounced off the narrow bathroom walls until i reached my room, unfolded the bed, and flopped down onto my cold sheets. She brought me my pills (nasty tasting shit) and some cranberry juice (also tastes like shit…). No more than maybe 6 minutes later, i started to feel like i was going to urp. What was wrong? why am i feeling so sick? please don’t make me throw up in here!

I grabbed up my bottles of pills, and read the labels. “Take with food, Take with plenty of water, may cause different color fecal material” fun…i hadn’t eaten since 5:00 last night… So with what breath i could spare (without vomiting afterwards) i called to mom for cookies, crackers, dogfood, anything, and that i was going to be sick if she didn’t hurry.

Apparently her pill-popping jackass of a friend Steve-o, was more important than me, because she didn’t come back into the room until 20 minutes later, where she handed me a single cracker. Thanks mum. Thanks…

So finally, the stomach settles, and i fall back to sleep, only to wake up around 3:00. atleast i’m not sick this time!

Mom’s on the computer–usually a short trip…she does bills, checks email, tells us about stupid chain-mail, and then gets off, letting Chance (my little brother) have it until i commandeer it around 7-8:00 to about midnight or later. Today? well, i’ve been on for an hour and a half and it’s 2:45 in the morning. Mom decided to spend the WHOLE day on the computer, typing up stuff that’s not due until next week. I’ve got homework i need to finish, Chance is arguing about watching his OnePiece and Bleach episodes, and Dad’s arguing about how he wants his porn. Dear god we need more computers!

Needless to say, i had a Sims urge, and ended up playing Sims Bustin’ Out for PS2 in Chance’s room–which brings me to another disgusting detail…

I was going from house to house in my car (on Sims..) greeting everybody and gathering clothes so i could do freeplay right, and suddenly heard a noise that sounded like two pieces of flesh rubbing together…knowing immediatly what this noise was–i do have a boyfriend you know…–i shuddered. EW!! i couldn’t beleive he was doing this, underneath his covers while I WAS IN HIS ROOM! yech! that’s sick!

Finally, the sound stopped, the breathing stopped, and he started acting normal again… i–thoroughly disgusted–saved the game, stepped out of the room, and went to go sit in the living room to get the thoughts out of my head. Instead, i got to see black guys on Cops, tell bogus stories about how “He punched me first! i’m a good boy! i’m a christ’in boy, i dun do no harm” and a bunch of white-trash rednecks who feel it ultimatly nessisary to strip down to absolutely nothing but their boots, and run up to the cops to hump them.